Saga
Smartystan
Beads of sweat congregated at Belinda’s temples like so many eagles in a convocation. It was five o’clock in the morning as she ran through what was once thought of as Wilmington, Delaware. The chip in her brain allowed her to get a lightning response to the conditions of her body from her heart rate to her hydration levels. She paused to sip an electrolyte rich beverage. A call came through.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Chapters
Smartystan
Nervous energy surged in Hayden Beckman’s apartment. He took to his mobile device to devise a first draft of his speech for President Goshen. He felt swamped. Numerous deadlines hung over his head like a thousand blazing suns. His parents had been begging him to find a nice girl to marry and pushed him to go out to start a family. His school bills mounted. His mind swirled. He stopped editing his speech. He phoned Dr. Strong.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Chapters
Smartystan
Crackles from the fire made the room not just sound like warmth but the reason why there existed such sounds motivated Dr. Strong and Beckman. They shared premium cognac in the former’s cozy smoking den. Fat cigars that had been rolled to perfection in Miami and shipped up North now emitted smoke.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
When he entered through the backway, Vergara knew that this was the right thing to do. He was flanked by his beefy security and looked confident. With the visibility and the sound of the crowd swelling, music blaring, he didn’t feel nervous at all. He sat down with his new confidant, Bicker Scott. Scott had trained for a professional football team, got injured, and went back to college to become a speaker and investor. After graduation, he had a decent home and a loving family with a wife and four daughters. This made perfect sense to Vergara.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
President Glenn Goshen sat at his desk with his chief political strategist, Hayden Beckman. He was brown skinned and tallish. Young. He looked like he had prepared for this role as the president’s right hand since grade school. He held two masters degrees, one in history the other in political science. He looked at his boss.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
Synths and learned machines from Dr. Frampton’s company Supreme Synths combined to form a formidable union. They worked in unison after a few hiccups and stumbles here and there. The two women stood looking at their creations with their arms folded in the office overlooking the plant where the embodiments of their efforts worked.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
